Classic NYC Story

So this morning I walked into mother’s house at 7am or so, knowing that I was going to hear some sort of a lecture for being out for more than 24hours with my father’s railroad pass. It’s not that he needed it (he doesn’t work on Sundays) but that everyone was all worried because usually if I have my father’s railroad pass I come back with it before the next morning. Well… my father was worried. My mother assumed that I was just being thoughtless.

“I just think you should have thought about other people than yourself and made it a point to not forget that you had your father’s railroad pass.”
“I didn’t forget. I got kidnapped by a monkey who took me to the Bronx Zoo and put me in a cage next to a Pygmy on display.”

I was only halfway bullshitting with that response. I had spent the night with my friend in Harlem. On seeing that I had overslept, he, in a fashion as sweet as it was asinine, decided to surprise me by washing the clothes I had arrived in, thereby leaving me with nothing to wear. Since I was not much interested in wearing his teeshirt home, nor did I have money to go shopping, I was pretty much restricted to hanging out in Harlem until my jeans dried, meaning that my things-to-do-in-Queens-on-a-Sunday plan had to be completely altered.

“You should have told the monkey to make a quick stop in Queens and bring your father back his railroad pass!”
“Okay, mother. Okay.”

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